Passion is no respecter of persons. She hardly seems to select her victims.
From Elizabeth Bibesco
Isn't that what love means, to fill ordinary, commonplace, conventional things with magic and significance, not to need the moon and white scent-heavy flowers at night?
Only the artists interest me whose hearts beat in unison with the poignant misery of the world. If you have not felt that, you have not lived. Pity is essential.
What is it one yearns for? It is to be able to do a thing for the first time again. And that is impossible.
Oh, youth is a wicked, cruel thing - eating miracles with its breakfast and not knowing they are not porridge.
Happiness is a light, an atmosphere, an illumination. It sets a personality. I always feel that it is a creation that is difficult for some and easy for others, but essentially an achievement, never an accident.
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